As a mental health professional, it often feels like I should always know the right thing to say at the right moment and I know I’m not the only one who thinks so: friends and family and sometimes near strangers will ask me what they could say to a friend going through a tough time, … More Chapter Nine
If anyone has been wondering where I’ve been lately, I have had a whirlwind of an experience the last two weeks, having A’s mom, my future mother-in-law, visiting us in Bordeaux. She was our third visitor to make use of our new futon, after my parents visited last month. Since this is the first year … More Chapter Eight: keeping up with K & A
Well it’s not Canadian or European thanksgiving, but I’ll never pass up on a day to reflect on what I’m thankful for. Today, I’m reflecting on healthy relationships and giving thanks for the safe haven I have built with A. After a lifetime of self-consciousness, questioning my worth and imprinting my brain with the idea … More Chapter Seven: the lucky one
I feel like I might be one of the only girls on this planet who dislikes getting her hair done. Scratch that- I despise it. My hair is fine, but I have so much of it that it always takes forever and when it’s wet, it’s a tangled mess that turns into a torture instrument … More Chapter Six: how do you say “roots” in French?
After visiting eight countries in Europe and several different cities within those countries, I am starting to feel like I’ve earned the ability to start naming “favourites” when it comes to travel destinations within the EU. Last week, there was a Europe-wide break for hockey teams, so A and I took off to Lisbon, Portugal … More Chapter Five: in love and in Lisbon (a guide to a favourite city)
If you have ever turned down plans thinking it’s an event you’re willing to miss out on, or you think perhaps you won’t miss out on much, then quickly regret your decision and fear it may have been, in fact, the worst decision of your life and that you will never make up for the … More Chapter Four: being upfront about FOMO
Ever since I can remember, I have liked the idea of working. Maybe it comes from a place of wanting to buy my own things, or buy lots of things, or maybe it is because I watched both my parents work hard all my life and I liked feeling proud of them for that, but whatever the … More Chapter Three: finding purpose abroad